Travel
The Appalachian Trail
We bailed on our first Smoky Mountain trail of 2018 because we were underprepared. And a little dizzy. The elevation was 4,200 feet over the course of a rocky 2 miles. Our house in Florida has an elevation of only…
Our Family Just Got Bigger
On Saturday, in a sweet, country ceremony and a casual, friendly reception, my sister became the last of the Lucas kids to get married. This was the best photo I took that I hope captured the feeling of the day.
Western Mass
Age can be beautiful. This was a town I passed earlier in the week in Western Massachusetts where an old, empty factory, on the right side of the street, was turned into a studio for local artists. Something beautiful, indeed.
Presidential Road Trip
This week, I took a 728-mile New England road trip through presidential history. Five birthplaces. Four graves. Three libraries. Two churches. And one amateur historian driving alone. Adams. Quincy. Pierce. Coolidge. Kennedy. I won’t bore you with a thousand other…
All the Lower 48
Since taking this photo yesterday, I can now, officially, say that I have passed through, lived in, or recorded a memory in ALL of the Lower 48 States. 90% in the latter two categories (lived in 10). Checkmate on US…
The Author’s Ridge
Been spending a lot of time with the dead this week. Tonight, I found myself in the ghost land of Sleepy Hollow and the Author’s Ridge. Hawthorne. Thoreau. Alcott. Emerson. And, well, one little chipmunk running around the graveyard.
RIP, Franklin Pierce
After visiting Pierce’s grave last night, this morning, I awoke to a rainy, chilly day in New Hampshire, but had in mind this single, obscure destination, seen below, from a letter, written by Franklin Pierce, describing his last few hours…
Haunted Bridges
Thursday’s road trip included the exploration of two haunted bridges in North Florida (one of which I never found), lunch at my alma mater, running fearfully through 3-4 miles of woods alone, an encounter with Florida’s tallest waterfall, and now…
